My God, what inward grief I feel

Verse 1

My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain.

Verse 2

Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me.

Verse 3

Lord, search my soul, try every thought; Though my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes.

Verse 4

Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way.